Harriet the Spy

by Louise Fitzhugh

never miss anything or anyone because it all becomes a lovely memory. I guard my memories and love them, but I don’t get in them and lie down.

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. IT IS TIME TO RISE AND SHINE.

I AM GOING TO WRITE A STORY ABOUT THESE PEOPLE. THEY ARE JUST RATS. HALF OF THEM DON’T EVEN HAVE A PROFESSION.

I wonder what each one is reading. I wonder if writers ever see anyone reading their books, on the subway maybe.

As she walked along the street she thought, I have a nice life. With or without Ole Golly, I have a nice life.